Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.